When I write.

Light

With no real stability, I'd wander around
Through the corridor of life, like under a command,
Never stopped to think why I was doing something.
Everything seems vain and meaningless until that day,
When miraculously, I stopped to think,
Where do I belong? When did I begin?
Is there an end? Will I just be another life as I leave?
Stuck in a cycle with no true goal?

Thats when I began to look for a way out,
For something that will tell me that my struggle is worth something.
I began a journey towards God
And suddenly, the entire world gained became colored.
Flowers began to bloom, and I began to notice,
The sun began to rise, showering me with kisses,
I began to see a light in the end of a dark tunnel,
And I found the within myself the motivation to reach it.

LC:15
Finding lord was truly a gift for me and I do wish I learn to acknowledge his Grace more.